Hey wassup my Ravens, sorry for taking so long with this one I didn't have a lot of time to write Lincoln's Addiction or this one bc of work but I have a lot of time to think so I came up with some more ideas for both stories that I think yall will enjoy :D thank you for staying and please enjoy Chapter 5 Viewer/reader Discretion is advised. Just if you guys don't already know unlike the Loud Family Marcus tends to curse a lot and if any of you are offended by this please let me know so I can tone it down.
Chapter 5: Her
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"W-Wait stop, please I'm sorry, It won't happen again, just p..please don't hurt me!" The boy cowarded in the corner away from whatever was in front of him. A voice was heard in the darkness. "Good boys listen to thier fathers now don't they?!" The voice taunted. Tears streamed down the poor boy's face, a bruise began to form around where the voice had hit him.
"Please Walter, he didn't mean anything by it, it was just an accident right honey?" Another voice appeared in the background, but this one was feminine, along with fear dwelling within it. The boy then nodded his head quickly. "Y...yeah it was an accident, Daddy p...please I'm sorry it won't happen again." He pleaded.
Then there was nothing but silence for a few seconds. Until the voice spoke up once more. "An accident huh? Well we are just gonna have to fix that now wont we?" The snapping of a belt and the screaming of pain from the poor boy rang throughout the house.
Ringing
Marcus sat up from his bed, sweating profusely and panting. He wiped his face and turned to get up from his bed. "Fuck..." He softly mumbled before slipping out of bed. He stumbled into the bathroom and splashed water into his face. Looking into the mirror he sighed heavily. He wandered back to his room where he heard the faint sound of ringing.
It was his phone that rang on the top of his bed. Pickimg it up he saw the caller ID that read Jim. "Hello?" He answered groggily. "Yo Marcus? Where you at man, Practice started 30 minutes ago?" Marcus groaned silently and replied "Sorry Jim, I didnt get much sleep last night and lost track of time."
"You were having those dreams again weren't you?" He asked worryingly. "Marcus you know Samuel and I really think you should see someone about it recurring so much." No answer is heard. "Marcus?" he asked again. "I will see you at practice Jim."
He ended the call, dropped the phone onto the bed. A picture was sat next to his makeshift bed. It was inside a wooden frame. The picture was of a woman and a boy, the boy was about 9 or 10 with dark brown hair, grey eyes. He was happily hanging onto the woman in the picture. His cheek was pressed up to the womans head.
The woman in the picture had long brownish gold hair. Red, shiny lips that were spread into a smile. She had the same greyish eyes as the boy in the photo. She was beautiful. Marcus smiled a little as he picked up the picture. Memories flashed through his eyes of a better time.
A field and two figures running around in circles giggling like madmen. The woman chasing the child until finally grabbing him and embracing him into a hug. "I love you Marcus." She told the boy, he smiled back and repied only with "I love you too Mom." The memory ended with the 17 year old holding the picture and setting it back onto the desk.
The boy and woman in the picture are two different people now. What once was happiness gleaming in his eyes was replaced with the stoic realness of life. Marcus had once been a happy little tyke with the world as his oyster and his mom by his side guiding him through life while living her own. Sadly that little dream was yanked away by reality. Man Life sure can be cruel.
As stoic as he may be, somewhere deep down inside of the 17 year old laid the love he had all his life. He loved his mom, he love Jim, he loved Samuel, he loved his friends, he loved Luna...or did he? Man one tough question to answer. If he truly loved her wouldn't he have told his friends or Samuel about her? Hell he hasn't told his mom about her yet.
To be fair she doesn't know much about him or his life, neither does he much about her. He hasn't met her parents yet, oh yeah meetimg the rest of her sisters and her parents...what a interesting date that would be...Maybe her parents would like him..no they would get to know him, the real Marcus Roday, they wouldn't like him, she wouldn't either, she wouldn't love the real him.
Grabbing his phone and jacket, he headed to the door. "Worst case senaerio, I meet her parents and be myself, then the dad doesn't like me and bust out the shotgun." He sighs and lays his head onto the handles of his bike. "God...whatever, if that's what happens that's what happens, I need a cigarette." Marcus drives up onto the curb, parking next to the lamppost.
Marcus walks inside throwing aside his jacket, and grabbing his guitar, walking toward the group of three boys practicing on the auditorium stage. "Yo tall, dark, and handsome where have you been?!" Asked The tall lanky of the three. "My alarm didn't go off!" Marcus replied. The skinniest of the three boys snorted and jumped off downstage left. "Better three hours too soon than a minute too late!" He replied with a smile.
The boy bowed extremely flamboyantly. Marcus rolled his eyes and walked past him jumping onto the stage. "What no applause? Come on that was my best performance yet!" The biggest of the three laughed, choking on his candy bar. "Brian the day you manage to land a lead role in a play is when I will CONSIDER that your best performance. But in the meantime please stop killing Will Shakespeare, poor guy doesn't have to die again every time you quote him." Pecs loved to mess with Brian, it brought amusement to him.
Brian scoffed, "Look fat boy, there are two things in this world that I love, playing the guitar, and acting. I will not have you slandering them with your outrageous accusations!!"
"Oh shit", Marcus muttered "here we go." Brian was an interesting kid, extremely book smart. He was the cliched nerd of sorts, He tries out for Theatre 4 (highest theatre class) every year he fails. It's an never ending cycle of failures, miraculously he keeps trying.
"Slandering? I'm just pointing out the facts, dude face it you're a terrible actor who can't score a date with any girl." He said with a smile. "I may not be able right now to have a. Chance to have sex with any girl but at least I don't have herpes."
Being the caring, friendly person he is Pecs simply flipped Brian the bird while telling him "Fuck you sir, I use protection." Marcus tuned the sound out In front of him. All he could think about was Luna and what he was gonna tell her. How was he gonna meet her parents, his friends how will he tell them? What about Samuel? He has to tell him about the dreams eventually, they are starting to get out of hand. That man was practically family, the only thing he had close to a father. He never kept anything from him or James. "Yo ashtray!!!"
The sudden outburst from the teen caused Marcus to jerk from his seat on the stairs. "You know the rules man no smoking in the studio or the auditorium, the smell lingers." Marcus looked down at his Hands. He had unconsciously pulled out a cigarette. Brian got no response. Not a single word, no f you, no middle finger, or no I'm sorry. Nothing. Brian squinted his eyes in confusion Marcus may have been quiet but never this quiet.
"Marcus you ok man?" "Huh? Oh yeah...I just need some air is all." He got up from the step and headed towards the door. "You sure you're ok dude?" Pecs asked. "Yea just need some air, everything's fine.!" He blurted back. He walked out the door and sat on the curb. Pulling out his lighter he lit the cigarette and inhaled its vapor. "You rely too much on these."
The 17 year old turned to see a middle aged man with reddish orange hair and beard silently walking down the stairs smiling. "Hey Samuel, sorry I was late didn't hear my alarm go off." Mr. Athersons sat down next to him, pulling out a shiny, metal flask reading Derry's Best on the front. "Son since the age of 12 you have been lying to the world to protect yourself from how you really feel, but you have never been too hot from lying to me."
"So are you gonna tell me, or am I gonna have to guess." Marcus sighed, "Did Jim put you up to this?" Samuel shook his head. "Just tell me what's going on. Besides you normally don't smoke unless it's to calm your nerves so something obviously must be on your mind." He was met with silence. "Look Son, I'm not gonna catch your lunch just tell me what's goin on."
Marcus sighed "Look I haven't been able to sleep at night. I keep dreaming of ...him...they're getting worse every night. That's not all that's bothering me, I recently met this girl at a SMOOCH concert." Samuel chuckled lightly "A SMOOCH concert? Now I know something's wrong with you." He teased. Marcus groaned "This is serious Samuel, I don't know what to tell her."
"Tell her what exactly?" He asked. "We-well...she doesn't know much about me, in fact she doesn't know anything at all. All I told her was that I work for you and Jim is a good friend of mine that's it."
"Is she a nice girl?" The oranged haired man asked. "Yes. She's the best. She's kind, smart, beautiful, all the things you love in a human being." "Then you have nothing to worry about kiddo." Samuel got up from the steps. "If she truly is how you describe her she will have nothing but the outmost respect for you despite what you went through."
That made him think, maybe he was getting overworked over something he hadn't to worry about. If it was any consolation there was a big chance her parents will be exactly like her, maybe not exactly but they may look at things in the same perspective that includes him. "Marcus let's do it!" The stoic teen jumped up from the step, dropping his cigarette on the ground and smudging it into the concrete putting out the flame. "Be right there."
He heard a ding from his right pocket. Pulling out his phone he read the message it was from Luna. A small smile grew onto his face. My parents want to meet you this Friday night. Is it possible you can make it? And don't worry about a thing dude, my parents are totally chill so be yourself.
I'm free Friday will see you then, ttyl Luna. Sliding his phone into his pocket he walked back inside. "Oh Christ, what did I just get into?" He thought fearfully. "Marcus wake up! What's wrong today, you look as if you seen a ghost!" All the guys groaned loudly in the studio. Deciding to humor the boy Marcus played along. "A ghost you say, a ghost maybe, she was just like a ghost to me. One minute there, then she was gone." He replied all with a dreamy look in his eyes.
"I am agog, I am aghast! Has Marcus seen love at last?! I never seen him ooh and ahh." He points to Samuel "You talk of Practice to be done and here he comes like Don- Juan it's better than an Opera!" He finished before laughing his ass off running off the stage in the process. Pecs smirked and clapped "Ok I have to admit that was pretty good. All the guys shared a laugh. They practiced for the rest of the night till 6:00 when Marcus walked out onto his scooter Samuel stopped him. "You haven't told her about about this girl have you?"
There was a slight pause. "No...In fact I haven't seen her in a while, it's been about five months since my last visit. Thanks for reminding me." Samuel smiled and slapped him hard on the back. "Better not keep her waiting son, you know how she gets when you keep her hanging." Marcus jumped on his scooter and sped off.
Soon he arrived at his destination. He got off from the scooter and slowly trotted over to the gates. He walked past a metal sign that was slowly rusting away every year. It read Royal Woods Cemetery. He walked a few more steps until stoping at a tombstone. Robin Roday born January 1st, 1976, Died March 8th 2011. Both a loving wife and mother.
"Hey mom, it's been a while. And boy do I have a lot to tell you."
Hey Ravens sorry for the long delay but work and school haven't been to kind to me for the past few weeks. Especially since I'm a senior in high school now. I sprained my wrist at work and now am recovering from a back injury but I'm hanging in there. Just wanted to say Les Mia belongs to its rightful owners as does William Shakespeare's quote belongs to himself. Thank you for being patient next chapter will be out whenever I can get it. Have a nice night and fly safely Ravens for the winds know no bounds.